I am from burning food and yummy taste
From smells of different foods
I am from dust coming up and coming to my eyes
(Rocky, dirty, it feels like needles)
I am from red roses that shine in my eyes
As thorns pick to my skin
As if I was me sticking on to people skin
And as they try pick me off
I’m from tamales and shiny plates, From Mexico and America
I’m from the emotional and from the smarts
From cheering up and letting down
I’m from praying for others and hoping that everyday is good
I’m from the Sosa and Torres branch, hot chilly and making tamales
From my dad’s mouth burning everyday, the mouth my brother closes to not let it burn
All over my room picture of friends old and new pictures lost friends and friends right now
as I remember to my tears I am from sad moments- As things go away- As a tear falls off my face-
I am from burning food and yummy taste
From smells of different foods
I am from dust coming up and coming to my eyes
(Rocky, dirty, it feels like needles)
I am from red roses that shine in my eyes
As thorns pick to my skin
As if I was me sticking on to people skin
And as they try pick me off
I’m from tamales and shiny plates,
From Mexico and America
I’m from the emotional
and from the smarts
From cheering up and letting down
I’m from praying for others
and hoping that everyday is good
I’m from the Sosa and Torres branch,
hot chilly and making tamales
From my dad’s mouth burning everyday,
the mouth my brother closes to not let it burn
All over my room picture of friends
old and new pictures
lost friends and friends right now
as I remember to my tears
I am from sad moments-
As things go away-
As a tear falls off my face-
By: Peter C. Sosa